A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 

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Matilda felt bombarded by the doctor’s rapid–fire questions, barely keeping up as she answered. “I had one before, a C–section…” 

“You’ve had a child before?” The doctor’s gaze upon Matilda grew curious, “And what about the father, your former boyfriend?” 

Chloe, unable to contain herself, blurted out, “He’s dead.” 

Meanwhile, Yvan, driving to the hospital, suddenly sneezed. 

Ever since Chloe mentioned the death of Matilda’s boyfriend, the doctor looked at Matilda differently, his voice softening. “And this one… are you sure you want to abort it?” 

Matilda nodded, her jaw set. “Yeah, bringing it into this world is just signing it up for more hardship.” 

Hearing this, the doctor seemed to sympathize with the struggles of a single mother. He went on about the importance of self–care before helping her schedule the procedure. “An abortion, then? I recommend a conservative management; it’s pricier, but it’s the least harmful option.” 

“Let’s go with that one,” Matilda nodded, “We’ll just have to go downstairs and pay later, right?” 

“That’s right,” the doctor, now quite gentle, said, “I’ll prep the paperwork for you. After you’ve paid, there’s also a consent form to sign.” 

Chloe rolled her eyes at the doctor as they paid and went back upstairs. Just as they finished signing for Matilda’s appointment next week, Yvan arrived. He wasn’t sure why he was in such a rush, almost sprinting from the elevator doors. 

A passing nurse stopped and murmured, “Wow, did you just see that gorgeous guy?” 

But when she turned back, he was already gone. 

Matilda and Chloe had just signed the paperwork for the abortion when they bumped into Yvan at the entrance. 

Chloe muttered under her breath, “Look who’s back from the dead.” 

Matilda’s complexion paled. Yvan’s sudden appearance couldn’t be a coincidence; someone must have tipped him off. 

Sure enough, Yvan strode towards Matilda, his presence commanding enough to clear a path. He confronted her. “You’re pregnant?” 

Matilda stepped back. “What’s it to you?” 

Yvan snatched the medical file and documents from her hands. “Matilda, when did you get so bold, thinking you could go behind my back for surgery?” 

Embarrassed by the public scene, Matilda lowered her voice. “What do you want, Yvan? 

Everyone’s watching, Do you want to make a scene?” 

“Me, make a scene?” Yvan’s eyes narrowed, and his handsome features took on a mocking edge. “Believe me, one call from me, and there won’t be a clinic in Sea City that would dare perform your abortion!” 

Matilda’s heart sank, She clenched her fists. “Whether I’m pregnant or not, whether I keep the baby or not, what’s it to you, Yvan? Don’t flatter yourself!” 

“Whether I’m flattering myself, we’ll know once the baby’s born, won’t we?” Yvan’s laugh was sharp and scornful. “Matilda, you’re cold–hearted. This is a life we’re talking about. Do you plan to snuff it out without a whisper? Or is it that you’re so used to this that you don’t care anymore?”